The Strike Team
By: Wind
G'day, I'm Wind. This is my first Zoid's fanfic so please read it ^^. GO WIND IN STORY. Ahem sorry what I'm supposed to say is: Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids or any of their Characters. But I own Wind and Jimmeh! Mwahhaha. Uh. Sorry nevermind. Bye! *takes a cookie and walks off bumping into poles as he goes along* (stupid word's auto bold if you put a * action thingo)
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"This is Jimmy." Said a pilot while in combat. "Jimmy, I got bogeys on my back near your coordinates. Can you help me here?" Responded a voice over the com-link. "Roger than Wind." A blue Shield Liger bounded off toward the east toward his companion. Nearby there was a corpse of a defeated Guysack. Wow Wind's really getting revved up! "UGH! GO DOWN DAMN YOU!" Wind yells and presses several buttons and pushing two leavers forward. The blue Blade Liger runs toward an opposing Zabre Fang and two yellow blades flick out from either side of the Liger. Yellow energy hums with the speed of rushing wind flicking by, two ion boosters pop out from the top of the Liger and activate. The Zabre Fang attempts to dodge but doesn't get out of the way in time, the blades make contact with it's left legs and slice them off, rendering the Zabre Fang in a Combat Freeze. "God, Wind why'd you have to call me! You don't need help, theres only a Hellcat left and its stealth capabilities are useless now!" Jimmy bellowed over com-link. "Yeah well. never mind." Wind snapped sticking out his tongue. "Guess I'll take it out for you." And Jimmy flicks a switch, targets the remaining Zoid, until the scope turns red and two words can be read. Locked On, and fires 20 missiles at the Hellcat. The Hellcat is blown to smithereens. "Wow that was a FUN battle." Wind commented. "Yeah, we should be getting our prize money right about. now." Jimmy replies smugly while reading a notice on his Zoid's screen.
Back at the Strike Team's base. "Oh my god! We already have a new challenger! A week into Zoid battling and we're already almost at the top of Class C! Everyone must think we're weak, or they wouldn't be challenging us so much!" Wind yelled frustrated. "Heh, well these battles are rather unfair. Always outnumbered. Whether it be 3-2, or 4-2 even 5-2! We'll always win!" "I was thinking of getting a new team member. Preferably with a Liger, and who has awesome combat tactics and moves!" "Good idea. I'll post a notice on the ZBC notice board for a new member." Jimmy nods while opening Word on his computer ((lol)). "Ok how's this sound: Strike Team looking for new melee combat fighter. Must be a good fighter with past experience, a Liger of some sort and team commitment." "Sounds good. Post it now."
Next day ((I love time traveling ^^)) "Ok, we're up against the Lurkers. They're supposed to be a team full of Guysacks that actually burrow under the ground, not like that Guysack I murdered last round." Wind smirks. "Pft, too easy Wind. What's the prize money?" "Lemme look. 10,000 credits. Wow. That's more than our average paycheck" "When is it held?" "In about." Wind checks his watch. "About 10 minutes, home ground. 50 miles away." "Next time tell me a few days ahead! I suppose you forgot because you were flirting with some girl again?" "Actually. No, I was upgrading the Blade Liger's paint job." Jimmy frowns. "Oh well let's go."
Something that looks like a meteor appears from the sky. It hits the ground with a gigantic boom, louder than thunder. A few seconds pass by and a white judge appears. "Warning. The area in a 40mile radius is a designated Zoid battlefield. All unauthorized personnel leave immediately." The Judge says. It repeats the message for a few minutes and it looks around. "Battle field set up. Zoids ready. FIGHT!" Immediately the Guysacks burrow down. Lumps of ground pop up and approach the Ligers in a line. "You go that way, I go that way." Wind says "I go this way and you go that way?" "Yep." Shots from the ground miss the Shield Liger by inches. "Mmm, k. The Shield Liger jumps up and fires a 40mm cannon toward one of the lumps. A Guysack pops up. "Hi there. I'm Jimmy, and I'm gonna give you a system freeze." The Guysack immediately attempts to burrow down, but too late. The Shield Liger is upon it with its shield and gives it a system freeze. "Told ya." A few miles away, Wind has already dispatched the Guysack's right pincer. "Boring." "Wind, will ya stop toying with it and get rid of it already?" Jimmy yells as Wind slowly dodges a shot from the tail on purpose. "But where's the fun in that? I wanna give them a run for their money." "Shut up and do it!" "Oh ok" Wind pushes a few buttons and pushes the leavers back up, slicing the tail off, while also disabling the Zoid. "Game over." Wind comments. "Man, these Liger pilots are too good." Mumbles the Guysack pilot. He pushes a button and a little ding-dong noise chimes on Wind's computer. You got cash!
"Ok, we'll be moving up a rank if we win our next battle, which is against the best of Rank C." Jimmy says joyfully. "Ok, Rank B here we come. Hey look I got more points that you." He looks at his screen. Wind yells joyfully. "Haha! I'm a whole 100 individual points ahead of you!!! Wind-169, Jimmy 57." "Show off." Jimmy mutters gloomily.
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So how'd you like it? Who thinks my character's COOL? OH ME ME! Thanks for your time and look out for: The Strike Team Part 2 ^^ That's all from your friendly Wind person who bumps into poles while eating cookies. Bye Buh! *Walks of eating cookies and bumps into poles* (Gotta kill word one of these days.)
G'day, I'm Wind. This is my first Zoid's fanfic so please read it ^^. GO WIND IN STORY. Ahem sorry what I'm supposed to say is: Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids or any of their Characters. But I own Wind and Jimmeh! Mwahhaha. Uh. Sorry nevermind. Bye! *takes a cookie and walks off bumping into poles as he goes along* (stupid word's auto bold if you put a * action thingo)
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"This is Jimmy." Said a pilot while in combat. "Jimmy, I got bogeys on my back near your coordinates. Can you help me here?" Responded a voice over the com-link. "Roger than Wind." A blue Shield Liger bounded off toward the east toward his companion. Nearby there was a corpse of a defeated Guysack. Wow Wind's really getting revved up! "UGH! GO DOWN DAMN YOU!" Wind yells and presses several buttons and pushing two leavers forward. The blue Blade Liger runs toward an opposing Zabre Fang and two yellow blades flick out from either side of the Liger. Yellow energy hums with the speed of rushing wind flicking by, two ion boosters pop out from the top of the Liger and activate. The Zabre Fang attempts to dodge but doesn't get out of the way in time, the blades make contact with it's left legs and slice them off, rendering the Zabre Fang in a Combat Freeze. "God, Wind why'd you have to call me! You don't need help, theres only a Hellcat left and its stealth capabilities are useless now!" Jimmy bellowed over com-link. "Yeah well. never mind." Wind snapped sticking out his tongue. "Guess I'll take it out for you." And Jimmy flicks a switch, targets the remaining Zoid, until the scope turns red and two words can be read. Locked On, and fires 20 missiles at the Hellcat. The Hellcat is blown to smithereens. "Wow that was a FUN battle." Wind commented. "Yeah, we should be getting our prize money right about. now." Jimmy replies smugly while reading a notice on his Zoid's screen.
Back at the Strike Team's base. "Oh my god! We already have a new challenger! A week into Zoid battling and we're already almost at the top of Class C! Everyone must think we're weak, or they wouldn't be challenging us so much!" Wind yelled frustrated. "Heh, well these battles are rather unfair. Always outnumbered. Whether it be 3-2, or 4-2 even 5-2! We'll always win!" "I was thinking of getting a new team member. Preferably with a Liger, and who has awesome combat tactics and moves!" "Good idea. I'll post a notice on the ZBC notice board for a new member." Jimmy nods while opening Word on his computer ((lol)). "Ok how's this sound: Strike Team looking for new melee combat fighter. Must be a good fighter with past experience, a Liger of some sort and team commitment." "Sounds good. Post it now."
Next day ((I love time traveling ^^)) "Ok, we're up against the Lurkers. They're supposed to be a team full of Guysacks that actually burrow under the ground, not like that Guysack I murdered last round." Wind smirks. "Pft, too easy Wind. What's the prize money?" "Lemme look. 10,000 credits. Wow. That's more than our average paycheck" "When is it held?" "In about." Wind checks his watch. "About 10 minutes, home ground. 50 miles away." "Next time tell me a few days ahead! I suppose you forgot because you were flirting with some girl again?" "Actually. No, I was upgrading the Blade Liger's paint job." Jimmy frowns. "Oh well let's go."
Something that looks like a meteor appears from the sky. It hits the ground with a gigantic boom, louder than thunder. A few seconds pass by and a white judge appears. "Warning. The area in a 40mile radius is a designated Zoid battlefield. All unauthorized personnel leave immediately." The Judge says. It repeats the message for a few minutes and it looks around. "Battle field set up. Zoids ready. FIGHT!" Immediately the Guysacks burrow down. Lumps of ground pop up and approach the Ligers in a line. "You go that way, I go that way." Wind says "I go this way and you go that way?" "Yep." Shots from the ground miss the Shield Liger by inches. "Mmm, k. The Shield Liger jumps up and fires a 40mm cannon toward one of the lumps. A Guysack pops up. "Hi there. I'm Jimmy, and I'm gonna give you a system freeze." The Guysack immediately attempts to burrow down, but too late. The Shield Liger is upon it with its shield and gives it a system freeze. "Told ya." A few miles away, Wind has already dispatched the Guysack's right pincer. "Boring." "Wind, will ya stop toying with it and get rid of it already?" Jimmy yells as Wind slowly dodges a shot from the tail on purpose. "But where's the fun in that? I wanna give them a run for their money." "Shut up and do it!" "Oh ok" Wind pushes a few buttons and pushes the leavers back up, slicing the tail off, while also disabling the Zoid. "Game over." Wind comments. "Man, these Liger pilots are too good." Mumbles the Guysack pilot. He pushes a button and a little ding-dong noise chimes on Wind's computer. You got cash!
"Ok, we'll be moving up a rank if we win our next battle, which is against the best of Rank C." Jimmy says joyfully. "Ok, Rank B here we come. Hey look I got more points that you." He looks at his screen. Wind yells joyfully. "Haha! I'm a whole 100 individual points ahead of you!!! Wind-169, Jimmy 57." "Show off." Jimmy mutters gloomily.
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So how'd you like it? Who thinks my character's COOL? OH ME ME! Thanks for your time and look out for: The Strike Team Part 2 ^^ That's all from your friendly Wind person who bumps into poles while eating cookies. Bye Buh! *Walks of eating cookies and bumps into poles* (Gotta kill word one of these days.)